Fiction

It's not all that hard, not really.
What's that? Life.
Bullshit! What's hard about it?
The usual. Money. Job. Relationships. Bullies. Bastards. Bitches.
Other people make your life hard?
Well, ye...

“That’s a simple question with a complicated answer.”
“Complicated doesn’t scare me.”
“Maybe it should.”
“Maybe.”
“Well, anyway. I was hoping we’d have a few more drinks; loosen up. Then—”
“Then?...

I’m sitting with a man I just met.
He’s overweight, but not unattractively so. He’s smoking Marlboro Reds. Says he gave em up for the fortieth time; started back up today, a day he calls grey.
He we...

It’s true. Women in their fifties are easier.
At least that’s been my experience.
I don’t mean to suggest they are loose. Or promiscuous. Most women in their fifties have less sex than their younger...

“I simply don’t believe in the limits that you believe in.”
“I don’t even know what that means.”
“It means precisely what it says. It means that I know that this life we share is limited only to the...

“Buy me a drink?”
She was slim, fit, wearing a bright and deep red shirt, cut low, revealing. Her smile pulled me in. I nodded. She sat on the barstool next to mine.
“What sort of music do you liste...

She’d cried at least once a day since March fourteenth.
Sally touched her iPhone to silence the alarm. She reached to the left side of the bed, the side nearer the bedroom door, and found it empty. A...

“There’s something I have to tell you, Frank.”
“I have a feeling I need to sit down for this.”
“Probably best.”
“Before you tell me, can I tell you something?”
“Oh, Frank. Why must you always do t...

“To say that you are a dream, my dream, is my highest compliment,” said Jordan.
“I don’t think of dreams as especially valuable. Does not everyone dream? Even the serf, the commoner, the field worker...

She was to him, the solid earth of sturdy pottery, though he had the tact to never tell her so. Life for Ben was mystery, was, though rarely tumultuous, also, rarely understood. When Stephanie looked ...